Today was the last day of school for Zoe. Second grade is over. We're on to 3rd in the fall.
Through some informal surveying I've discovered that almost all adults clearly remember the 2nd grade. They remember their teacher's name. And most everyone loved the 2nd grade. I know I did. My teacher was Mrs. Crespi and the biggest honor was being the student who got to put her street shoes in her locker and give her the pristine white Keds she kept in her locker and wore in class every day. I loved Mrs. Crespi.
Zoe's teachers were Shar (pronouced Cher and I still don't get that) and Casey. They were two of the greatest teachers I've had the pleasure to have known. Zoe loved them. So did I.
I was a room mom for her class this year. This mostly involved collecting money for teacher gifts, organizing parties, and baking stuff. (I baked two dozen cupcakes for class today.)
I got to Zoe's class at about 10:45 this morning to pass out teacher gifts and just hang out with the kids for their last morning. At about 11:45 everyone started to say their goodbyes and I found myself getting very emotional about it.
This was a pivotal year for not only my daughter, but all her classmates. All the things they've learned to this point are starting to gel. They get it. They can all read now. They can tell time. They can write. They can spell. They can create stories and images and put it all together. It's been an amazing year.
I'm going to miss the 2nd grade.
Posted by beth at June 11, 2003 12:35 PM